"Heavens… is that a fucking missile?!"
This world, despite its sleek modern look, was actually a fantasy realm where both magic and technology coexisted.
Naturally, Gabriel had seen a lot thanks to his past life and knew there was still more to unveil in this wide, unpredictable world.
But of all things, one thing he never expected to see was a missile heading straight toward their vehicle at the speed of light—in the middle of a road filled with natives and otherworlders.
For the first time in a while, despite his Undead Heart skill keeping him calm in life-threatening moments, his expression darkened. A trace of shock flashed through his eyes.
Damian gritted his teeth and tightened his grip on the wheel. His eyes bulged, veins standing out on his neck. He was frozen—paralyzed by fear—as death stared him right in the face.
Gabriel knew that if he allowed the missile to hit them at his current level, with only 100 HP, he would be critically injured.
